Yeah, there's someone here from my world that's bound and determined to look after me. So it's for the best that he doesn't see the...everything, he'll shit a brick.

...God, I should probably tap him in the head a bit later, he's probably thinking I died.

[Kimbley.]

But in the meantime, I'm fucked up and you're fucked up, and the same sort of thing seems to make us a bit less fucked up, if only for about twenty minutes. And that thing's probably a bad idea but I can't say I really care right now.

You want to go find a local?